The Flood Dragon Clan's Prince Yan and two Quasi-Dragon Sons guarded the Deep Sea Spring, yet Zhao En and Li Lu still dared to come. That alone was enough to show that they had come prepared.
Otherwise, given Zhao En and Li Lu's strength, even if they were lucky enough to seize two or three Divine Spirit Tears, they would never have been able to retreat unscathed.
Hundreds of thousands of miles northwest of the mountain range.
By the time Lin Bai, Qin Yao, and the others arrived, the seabed had already become murky from the battle that had just taken place.
Fortunately, they had all cultivated the Mystic Eye Technique. Although the murky seawater before them prevented them from seeing through it with their naked eyes, the Mystic Eye Technique allowed them to clearly see what was happening within.
The two Quasi-Dragon Sons were enveloped in formidable power. They stirred the surrounding currents, condensing them into two enormous vortices that pressed toward Zhao En, Li Lu, and the others.
Zhao En had brought more than twenty martial artists with him. Now that they were being hunted down by the Flood Dragon Clan, several had already fallen.
Moreover, both Zhao En and Li Lu had already sustained injuries.
Rumble...
A succession of thunderous booms spread out, and waves of murky seawater surged in all directions.
"Hmph, Zhao En, Li Lu, you two truly have a death wish. You actually dared to come and snatch treasures from my Flood Dragon Clan!" Ao Qing waved his hand, and terrifying power stirred the currents, beating Zhao En and Li Lu back again and again. Blood spurted from their mouths, leaving them in a sorry state.
An anxious look appeared on Zhao En's face as he gritted his teeth and held on.
But against